The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

That was the release of magic from Meili.

In an instant, the petals that originally protected the two of them instantly turned into a "weapon" of attack.

A few frame sounds.

The British soldiers in armor were attacked without any warning.

"what!"

When they reacted, they immediately started fighting with the petals of unknown origin.

The silver sword and the spear collided with the petals, and sparks burst out that dared not appear at this time.

but--

"..."

Looking at the battle scene in front of him, Ian felt a little uncomfortable.

Yes.

Their attire did indeed look a lot like British soldiers, and even their matching weapons and armor had something resembling magic.

But they themselves do not have the British fighting style.

Or rather, I don't have that kind of courage.

This looks more like someone from this era, getting armor and weapons from the British era.

"..."

Ian felt more and more strange, but Mary did not show any mercy.

"He's a complete knockoff—not even one-tenth as strong as him."

"Master, can you understand them?"

"..."

Although Mary had never taken action in front of a man, Ian knew that she did have the ability to do so - especially in front of these "fakes".

As for her personally, there is naturally no psychological burden in taking action.

But you can't do that.

You need to know more.

"..."

"You'd better stay." Ian said.

"I understand."

After Ian gave the "goal" of this operation, Mary quickly followed suit.

Her strength has far exceeded the level that this era can bear.

bang——

bang——

The petals began to spin like blades.

This is another way to use the petals that Mary has never shown before - a magic trick that is like turning them into weapons.

The silver sword and spear were obviously no match for it.

They began to spin in the air, making a whistling sound in the wind.

boom--

They eventually fell to the ground and buried themselves deep in the soil.

Because of this, the two "British knights" fell off their horses and fell to the ground.

"who!"

"who are you!"

The two soldiers who were attacked became a little panicked.

Obviously, this was the fear he showed because he had never been defeated before because of the support of weapons and equipment, but now he was defeated so easily.

"..."

"It's a bit troublesome to explain." Ian sighed, then walked up to them. "Maybe I can be considered a knight like you?"

"knight?"

The two looked at each other, completely unable to believe what Ian said.

"Are you kidding me? Becoming a knight is no easy feat!"

"Exactly! Do you know how much effort we put in to get this qualification?!"

"..."

The two people's words made Ian more certain that there must be some hidden secret behind this singularity.

We have to make them confess honestly.

Just right.

Ian knew what to bring to the table.

Magical power gathered in the man's hands—Merry wasn't the only one here who was a magician of the Age of Gods level.

he……

as well!

Even further.

He is also a swordsman at the level of the Age of Gods!

The magic power slowly gathered, as if forging a weapon.

What finally appeared in the man's hand was the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur)!

"..."

"..."

The soldiers were stunned.

They could see that the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) in the man's hand was obviously a much more advanced item than the one in their own hands.

It is no exaggeration to say that such a weapon is worth a hundred... no, a thousand such weapons!

"you……"

"The Knights of the Round Table?"

"..."

Hearing something familiar again, Ian felt it was necessary to continue asking.

But at this moment, the man felt a strong fluctuation of magic power.

No.

To be precise, it should be an attempt to hide one's own power!

Assassin-class aura blocking?!

And it was directed at Mary!

"Merry!"

"Eh?"

Before the Flower Magician could react to what was happening, a figure appeared out of thin air.

"Knights of the Round Table..."

“It has to be dealt with.”

only--

When the figure saw that he had stabbed Ian instead of Mary, the masked figure looked a little surprised.

"you……"

"Aren't you afraid of my poison?"

778. Hassan of Silence: Master, please accept everything from me! (4k)

It was indeed stabbed.

This is an extremely high level of breath blocking, and it is only possible to be discovered when the distance is extremely close.

Miscalculated...

Ian covered his arm - that was the place where he was stabbed by the person who appeared out of nowhere.

but……

The man had a very strange feeling.

Although he was indeed stabbed visually, Ian felt that he was not affected at all.

Or to put it more arrogantly—

He felt that the dagger that was stabbed into his arm was a bit "childish".

Compared with an experience a long time ago, it even feels not worth mentioning.

Why……

Is this happening?

"why do not you answer me?"

The other party's voice sounded again, pulling the man's thoughts back from "why".

"Are you trying to be brave?"

"..."

Looking at the masked man, Ian's expression seemed a little complicated.

Logically speaking, this kind of behavior of assassinating others right away is extremely unreasonable no matter how you look at it, and can even be said to be a bit insidious.

but--

Looking at the other person whose true identity could not be recognized, the man had a subtle feeling in his heart.

He instinctively felt that the other party was not "assassinating" him, but only "defending himself".

of course.

Ian couldn't confirm whether his idea was correct, but that didn't affect its real existence, as real as breathing.

but--

Before the man could speak.

Mary on the side had already taken another step directly.

The petals that were originally used to "intimidate" those "British soldiers" were once again flying all over the sky, and then once again flew towards the unnamed Assassin like a blade.

"Do you really want to seek your own death?"

"Dare to attack my master?"

Mary said this expressionlessly, but a chilling smell began to emanate from her body.

Angry.

This is really angry.

Even if it's not anger, it's an emotion very close to anger.

Under the influence of such emotions, the petals that were originally only "intimidating" became extremely harmful in an instant.

The air seemed to be torn into pieces by this, as if it could turn into a piece of cloth and shatter in front of the man at any time.